On top of some electrical work, Brad hauled four loads of corn to the elevator for his brother. Based on what the elevator told him, he thought he’d hauled enough to fill what his brother sold for June but came home, added it up, and realized he was 25 bushels short. Bummer.
During his day, I’m sure Brad also pondered when to have the weeds sprayed in this field.
I’m pretty sure he also prayed for rain. I know I did. This plant and all its neighboring buddies don’t have a way to get water unless it comes from the sky.
If you’d like, you could pray for rain for us too.
Speaking of prayer, please keep praying for my cousin Daron. His need for neutrophils is much greater than our need for rain.